Gentle Glory

Sermon for Transfiguration Sunday (Last Epiphany)

Today’s sermon had a rather unusual opening.
The rest of it will make more sense if you watch the following video (2 minutes).

Sermon audio:

How are you feeling after that?

That’s an honest question, not a rhetorical one. Really check in with yourself.

You might be feeling amused.
You might be feeling a little scared.
You might be thinking, I think our priest has finally lost his mind!

Whatever it is, just sit with it for a moment.
You don’t need to fix it or judge it.
Just notice it.

Because that reaction—whatever you’re feeling—is actually where today’s Gospel begins.

In Matthew’s account of the Transfiguration, everything is turned up to full volume.

Jesus takes Peter, James, and John up a mountain. And while they are up there, the story erupts into spectacle. Jesus’ face shines. His clothes become dazzling white. Moses and Elijah appear, representing the Torah and the prophets. A bright cloud overshadows them. And then a voice from heaven booms out:

“This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him.”

This is the kind of moment you would expect to end with a thunderous command or a cosmic revelation. This is spiritual fireworks.

And the disciples respond exactly the way human beings tend to respond to overwhelming stimulus:
They fall to the ground, terrified.
Their bodies hit the floor before their minds can catch up.
Fear takes over.

And then—almost surprisingly—the story changes direction.

The cloud lifts.

Jesus walks over to them, touches them, and says, quietly and simply, “Get up. Do not be afraid.”

That’s it.

After all that buildup, the divine message is not a cosmic revelation or a new set of commandments; it’s just reassurance:

“Do not be afraid.”

Dramatically speaking, that feels like a letdown, but humanly speaking, it’s exactly right.

When fear has taken hold, what we need most is not more information. What we need is grounding and presence. We need something—or someone—that can interrupt the automatic fear response and bring us back to sanity.

Jesus doesn’t argue with them, or shame them, or dismiss their feelings.

He meets them where they are, puts a hand on their shoulder, and steadies them with reassurance.

That should tell us something about what real power looks like.

We tend to assume that power proves itself by being louder, bigger, more overwhelming than everything else. But the Transfiguration suggests the opposite. The glory is real—but it resolves into gentleness and expresses itself as reassurance.

True strength does not need to shout.

That matters, because human beings are deeply responsive to spectacle.

Evolution has hardwired us to pay attention to whatever is loud, dramatic, and overwhelming. Biologically, that makes sense. For our early human and pre-human ancestors, the things that announced themselves loudly were often dangerous. If something came crashing through the underbrush or roared unexpectedly, they didn’t pause to think about it. They just reacted, which is why they survived.

The trouble is that we now live in a world where almost everything is loud.

The news is loud.
Social media is loud.
Politics is loud.

And so we find ourselves living in a constant state of low-grade activation—always braced, always alert, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Over time, we begin to assume that whatever is loudest must also be most important. Whatever stokes our fear must deserve it.

That’s not moral failure.
It’s human nature.

People talk to me all the time about how overwhelmed they feel by the state of the world. But over the years, I’ve noticed something: The loudest forces are rarely the strongest ones.

I sometimes picture it like this:

I imagine evil as a little yappy chihuahua. It barks and yips constantly, trying to convince everyone that it’s a very big deal.

And then I imagine goodness—love, truth, whatever name you give it—as a much larger dog. Like a mastiff. Big enough to be calm. Big enough to endure the noise without needing to match it.

The little dog has to shout to feel strong.
The big dog doesn’t.

We’ve all seen this in real life. And it teaches us something important: Noise is not the same as power.

We see that in human behavior. The best people are rarely the loudest. Emotional maturity looks calm. Regulation looks quiet.

And that is the promise at the heart of today’s story.

When human beings are afraid, we almost always assume that whatever comes next from God will be just as loud and overwhelming as the fear itself.

We expect holiness to overwhelm us rather than steady us.

And it’s exactly that expectation that the Transfiguration quietly overturns.

Notice what happens on that mountain:

God does not leave the disciples overwhelmed by light and thunder and fear.

Instead, the vision fades and the cloud lifts—until all that remains is Jesus, standing close enough to touch them.

God zooms in: From cosmic glory to a hand on a shoulder.

That’s the gentle glory that we get to experience in the gospel story of the Transfiguration.

It’s also the same gentle glory that we get to experience every week in our celebration of the Eucharist.

The Eucharistic Prayer begins at the edge of the universe—naming galaxies, stars, deep time, the long unfolding of creation. It is as cosmic as prayer gets.

And then, very quickly, it narrows.

From the vastness of the universe to a table.
From deep time to a human life.
From cosmic language to bread and wine placed in your hands.

We don’t encounter sacramental grace through ideas or abstractions. We encounter it through our bodies—through touch, repetition, and practices that train our attention and calm our nervous systems.

That’s why the center of Christian worship isn’t the sermon, but the sacrament.

After all the cosmic language of the prayer, the climactic moment comes in six words, as you and I look each other in the eye and I say to you:

“The Body of Christ, the bread of heaven.”

Small.
Ordinary.
Quiet.

And yet—everything is there.

The world may be loud.
Fear may be persistent.
Voices may demand your panic.

But the deepest forces shaping reality are not the noisiest ones. They are the ones that endure.

In both the Transfiguration and the Eucharist, God always seems to move in one direction.

God moves inward.

From the universal to the particular.
From glory to grace.

God zooms in so we are not overwhelmed.

And then, once we have been steadied—once we have been touched and fed—we are invited to move in the opposite direction:

To zoom back out.
To regain perspective.
To see our fears in proportion.

Fear traps us in the narrowest possible focus—this moment, this threat, this noise. But reassurance restores our ability to see the bigger picture.

That’s why Jesus doesn’t leave his disciples on the mountain at the end of the story. He leads them back down.

And that’s why the Eucharist doesn’t end at the altar.
It ends with a blessing and a sending.

So let me offer one very small, very concrete practice for the week ahead.

The next time you find yourself pulled into an argument—whether it’s in person or online—the next time something makes you angry, indignant, or afraid, try this:

Don’t respond right away.
Wait a while.

Not because the issue doesn’t matter, or because you’re avoiding it, but because not everything that demands an immediate reaction deserves one.

Loud voices thrive on urgency. They need us to react quickly in order to stay loud.

But steadiness doesn’t.
Steadiness can wait.

Waiting gives our nervous systems time to settle.
It gives us perspective.
It helps us tell the difference between the yipping dog and the steady one.

And sometimes, after some time has passed, we realize how to respond in the right way, or sometimes that we really don’t need to respond at all.

If God is strong enough to be gentle, then we don’t have to mirror the noise of the world to be faithful.

We can endure.
We can stay grounded.
We can act without panic.

Not because everything is okay and nothing is wrong, but because Scripture tells us:

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear” (1 John 4:18).

After all the sound and fury of this world has faded, the most important voice we should listen to is the quiet voice of Jesus telling us:

“Get up and do not be afraid.”

Stillness: Hearing God’s Voice

Psalm 131

Excerpt from God Has A Dream:

God is available to all of us.  God says, “Be still and know that I am God.”  Each one of us wants and needs to give ourselves space for quiet.  We can hear God’s voice most clearly when we are quiet, uncluttered, undistracted—when we are still.  Be still, be quiet, and then you begin to see with the eyes of the heart.

One image that I have of the spiritual life is of sitting in front of a fire on a cold day.  We don’t have to do anything.  We just have to sit in front of the fire and then gradually the qualities of the fire are transferred to us.  We begin to feel the warmth.  We become the attributes of the fire.  It’s like that with us and God.  As we take time to be still and to be in God’s presence, the qualities of God are transferred to us.

Far too frequently we see ourselves as doers.  As we’ve seen, we feel we must endlessly work and achieve.  We have not always learned just to be receptive, to be in the presence of God, quiet, available, and letting God be God, who wants us to be God.  We are shocked, actually, when we hear that what God wants is for us to be godlike, for us to become more and more like God.  Not by doing anything, but by letting God be God in and through us.

As many of you already know, we’ve been making our way through this summer with Desmond Tutu’s book, God Has A Dream.  Last week, we read the chapter entitled “Seeing With the Eyes of the Heart” and we talked about the way in which you and I are called to look past our present life-circumstances and deep into this present moment in which we find ourselves.  It is here, in the very essence of this moment, that we find the loving presence of God: creating and sustaining us moment-by-moment.  We took a look at the lives of those remarkable individuals who, through their own “seeing with the eyes of the heart”, were able to bear witness to God’s ongoing redemption of the world.  We talked about Joseph from the book of Genesis, who was sold into slavery by his brothers, falsely imprisoned for a crime that he did not commit, and eventually elevated to a high office in the land of Egypt.  He looked with the eyes of his heart and saw God at work in his life, drawing light out of darkness, order out of chaos, and life out of death.  When his brothers came back, groveling and begging, he seized the opportunity for reconciliation instead of revenge.  He said to them, “Even though you intended to do harm to me, God intended it for good.”

We also talked about Nelson Mandela, who went to jail as an angry young man in the 1960s and emerged to become the first black president of South Africa and a moral leader of the free world.  Finally, we also talked about Jesus, who suffered an ignoble death by torture and execution as a failed nonviolent revolutionary under the thumb of corrupt political and religious leaders, but whose life continues to shine as a beacon of hope for over two billion Christians in the world today, two millennia after his birth.

This week, we’re going to talk about how it is that we too can learn to see “with the eyes of the heart” and become the kind of people who see past surface appearances and into the very essence of reality.  The key element in this process, according to Archbishop Tutu, is the practice of stillness.

We North Americans, on the whole, tend to be suspicious of stillness.  Personally, I have a three year old at home, so I usually equate the sound of silence with trouble.  There have been many times when I’ve emerged from an extended period of pleasant silence only to discover the bathroom sink decorated with lipstick or a dining room chair entirely slathered with diaper cream.  Silence is not golden.  Silence is suspicious.  Tell me, parents and grandparents, am I right?

But, even without the presence of our tiny little bundles of destruction, we North Americans still tend to be suspicious of stillness.  We prefer to keep the radio or TV going at all times in order to keep the stillness at bay because the bottom line is that, at heart, we’re afraid of stillness.

Why?  What is it about stillness that scares us so much?

Based on what I’ve seen in myself and others, I think it’s two things.  First of all, we’re afraid that if we surrender to stillness and allow ourselves to just sit in silence for a while, we’ll be overwhelmed by that haunting sense of loneliness and isolation we carry inside us.  This is true for all of us, without exception.  Deep down, we are all afraid of being alone.  So we try to keep moving with the herd and keep up with the pack of our fellow homo sapiens.

The second thing that scares us about stillness is the way that our own thoughts tend to creep up on us when we’re not constantly overloading ourselves with information.  Specifically, I’m talking about that inner voice of criticism and self-hatred that follows us around.  You know the one I’m talking about: it’s the voice that says things like, “You’re not good enough.  You’re not smart enough.  You’re not pretty enough.  You’re not successful enough.  You don’t work hard enough.  You don’t make enough money.  Your house isn’t clean enough.  You don’t spend enough time with your family.  You don’t spend enough time at the office.  You don’t pray enough.  You don’t go to church enough.”  It could be any or all of those voices that you hear inside your head.  It could even be something else that pertains specifically to you, but you get what I’m saying.  We feel guilty because there’s always something more that we could or should be doing.  It’s really too much for any one human being to manage, so we just try to stave off the guilt by drowning out that inner voice with noise… any noise will do, so long as we don’t have to be left alone with our thoughts.

Aloneness and self-criticism, those are the two things that scare us most about stillness.  Together, they form the reason why we fill our lives with endless amounts of what Shakespeare called “sound and fury”.  Our fear keeps us running from our true selves and, ironically, the source of our power to overcome our fear, change our own lives, and maybe even the world around us.

Most of my heroes in this world points to their respective practices of prayer and/or meditation as their primary source of energy and inspiration for the extraordinary work they do.  I’m thinking of my usual list: people like the Dalai Lama, Dorothy Day, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Oscar Romero, Martin Luther King, and yes, Desmond Tutu.

Archbishop Tutu says:

The Spirit of God sends us into the fray, as it sent Jesus, but we must observe the sequence in his life and we will see that disengagement, waiting on God, always precedes engagement.  He waited to be anointed with God’s Spirit, which made him preach the Good News to the poor and the setting free of captives.  He went into retreat in the wilderness.  He had experience of the transfiguration and then went into the valley of crass misunderstanding and insistent demand.  If it was so vital for the Son of God, it can’t be otherwise for us.  Our level of spiritual and moral growth is really all we can give the world.

So you see, not only is the practice of stillness essential for Desmond Tutu in his work, but it was even essential for Jesus himself.  There is something about the stillness itself that empowers us to overcome the fear that keeps us from stillness.

There are several scenes in the gospels where Jesus deliberately takes time away by himself or with only a few close friends to pray and commune with God.  I like to imagine that it was in these moments of quiet contemplation, as he observed the world around him with the eyes of his heart, that he received the inspiration for most of his parables and teaching.  Maybe there was a day when he was struggling with how to explain the Kingdom of God to his students.  Then, looking around on the lonely hill where he had gone to meditate, he spotted a mustard bush with a bird’s nest in it.  And that’s when it hit him: “Aha!” he says, “That’s it!  The Kingdom of God is like this mustard bush.  It starts as a tiny seed, but then grows into a great, big bush where birds can come and build their nests.”  Maybe the same kind of thing happened for those times when he compared the Kingdom of God to crops growing in a field, a woman kneading bread dough, or farm workers calling it a day.  I can easily imagine that it was through his practice of meditation that he came to realize the truth of God’s abundant providence as it was revealed in the natural world.  With the eyes of his heart opened through prayer and meditation, he was able to look around and see God’s love in the birds of the air and the flowers of the field.  Birds and flowers don’t drive themselves crazy running rat race or keeping up with the Joneses, yet God feeds and clothes them so well that we hold them up as our highest standard of beauty.  Think about it: what do people do at weddings and proms when we want to look our best?  We decorate our clothes, our dinner tables, and our churches with flowers.  It’s like all our finest fashion designers and interior decorators just give up because nothing they make can compete with the beauty of what God has already made.  Kind of ironic, isn’t it?

Jesus’ practice of prayer and meditation gave him the eyes to see that.  And I think the same can be true for us as well.

The great prophets, mystics, and sages of the world’s religions drew spiritual power from their cultivation of stillness in the practice of prayer and meditation.  Like each and every one of us, each and every one of them probably wrestled with the same fears and insecurities.  They too probably had times when they were afraid to be alone or were haunted by the inner voices of criticism and self-hatred, but they bravely faced the darkness, the silence, and the stillness rather than running away or trying to fill every moment with some kind of noise or activity.  And the amazing thing is this: they found what Jesus found in the stillness.  The eyes of their hearts were opened and they began to see another, deeper reality.  They began to hear another voice in the silence.

Instead of that haunting voice of criticism and condemnation, they began to hear the voice of love and acceptance.  You are loved.  You matter.  Paul Tillich, the great twentieth century theologian, described that voice like this:

Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. It strikes us when we walk through the dark valley of a meaningless and empty life. It strikes us when we feel that our separation is deeper than usual, because we have violated another life, a life which we loved, or from which we were estranged. It strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference, our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: “You are accepted. You are accepted, accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not ask for the name now; perhaps you will find it later. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything; do not perform anything; do not intend anything. Simply accept the fact that you are accepted!”

Likewise, instead of the loneliness of which we are so afraid, the great mystics, in their stillness, experience a deep sense of belonging and interdependence.  I am not alone.  My life is connected to and dependent on yours.  We belong to the trees, the animals, the earth, and they belong to us.  We share this one planet in common.  All life has its origin in the heart and mind of God.  Therefore, all life is significant, important, and worth preserving.  Everything and everyone belongs in this web of existence.  We can never truly say “I don’t need you” to anyone and no one can truly it to us.  We affect each other.  We are a part of each other.

My favorite illustration of this truth comes from science itself: Did you know that most of the atoms in your body could only have been formed during the superhot explosion of a supernova?  Do you know what that means?  It means that, at the most basic level, the very substance of our bodies is made of the remnants of old, exploded stars.  You and I are literally made of stardust.  Isn’t that amazing?  And, since matter cannot ultimately be destroyed, it makes me wonder what the atoms of my body will be part of in another four billion years.  Who knows?  Maybe these very oxygen atoms coming out of my lungs right now will one day be breathed in and out by another preacher in another kind of church on another world where she is telling her congregation about this same reality of interconnected existence.

I’m sorry if this is starting to sound a little too much like science fiction for you, but I get really excited about it because it’s just so amazing.  We are never alone.  We are all connected.  We are part of an interdependent web of existence.  Within and around us all is that great, eternal mystery that we Christians call God.

This mystery is the ultimate reality that the great spiritual geniuses of the world have discovered in their practice of stillness.  Instead of the voice of criticism, they discovered the voice of love.  Instead of being alone, they discovered that they belong to the great community of life.  That dual sense of acceptance and belonging is what gives them the power to stand up, speak out, and overcome all kinds of wrong and injustice in the world.  Archbishop Tutu, Dr. King, Mahatma Gandhi, and the Dalai Lama were all able to face the darkness because they knew from their practice of stillness that injustice was doomed to fail because it goes against the grain of nature.  Exclusion and inequality based on something as ridiculous as ethnicity or skin color is not only offensive, it is ridiculous.  There’s no way it can succeed because that’s just not how the universe was designed.  Martin Luther King, quoting the Unitarian minister named Theodore Parker, once said, “The arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

When we are troubled by the evil we see in this world, we can laugh in its face.  We can know that it’s ultimately doomed to fail and disintegrate.  Just as sure as the law of gravity, the wrong in this world will one day fall to the ground.  This promise woven into the very fabric of space and time.  When we cultivate the practice of stillness through our own exercises of prayer and meditation, we can learn to hear that voice and trust that promise as well.  We, like our prophetic heroes, can be empowered to become world-changers.

All that is required of us is nothing.  We must simply be.  As someone once told me, we have to remember that we are human beings and not human doings.

If you have never taken the time to cultivate a practice of stillness, I would like to encourage you to do so.  Take fifteen or twenty minutes out of your day and just sit in the quiet.  Just be.  Many of us have heard the urgent phrase, “Don’t just sit there, do something!”  Right now, I want to encourage you to do the opposite: “Don’t do something, just sit there!”

With your eyes closed and your back straight, focus your attention on rhythm of your breathing.  Whenever you notice your mind beginning to wander, just gently bring your attention back to the unconscious rhythm of your breath.  If your mind wanders a thousand times, just gently bring it back a thousand times.  It’s simple, but it’s not easy.  Try this for twenty minutes a day and see what a difference it makes in your life.  If you can’t find twenty minutes, then do it for fifteen, or ten, or five.  Any practice is better than no practice at all.  Believe me, I have two jobs and two kids, so I know how hard it can be to find twenty quiet minutes to yourself in a day.  But if I can do it, anyone can.

Stillness is frightening, but it is also your friend.  Within its bosom, we find the power of acceptance and belonging that can set us free from what we fear most.  In silence, we can hear the voice of God reminding us that we are loved and inspiring us to love the world as God does.